Heather Hart

Heather Hart
Heather Hart

A Tribute to Heather, read at Tongues & Grooves on Sunday 31 January 2010 by Maggie Sawkins.

Unfinished Poems for a Friend

(in memory of Heather Hart 1962 – 22 December 2009)

Word is saving Heather Hart.

Heather Hart, who could not be saved:
a name on a file, saved to virtual memory,
a memory stick, a removable device.
I sit at my desk rushing her poems
in time for Monday’s funeral –
all the sun and moon of her words
ushered into the pages of a flimsy book.
Save to read, read and save:

In Memory of Heather Hart,

who would not be saved,
who sailed mid-winter into the wind
in a little voice-box-boat of her own making.
Save As: Unfinished Poems for a Friend.

I admired Heather Hart. She was one of those people it was always good to bump into. And as a person with a severe and enduring mental illness, she kept herself pretty much together. She enjoyed a glass wine and smoked roll ups – but she knew when to stop. She looked after herself, she wrote poems, (many about her cat), she attended workshops to improve her craft, and read in public. In 2006, along with other Tongues&Grooves regulars, Heather was chosen to read with John Hegley at our concert in the New Theatre Royal.

Heather was also a private person. Some time ago I read a semi-comic poem at Tongues&Grooves based on my experience of caring for someone with mental illness. Heather listened. A couple of days later she turned up at my door armed with copies of the MIND magazine – she thought I needed to understand more about the world of the mentally ill, and then she opened up about her own breakdown. She told me how, after she had finished her geology degree, her world had begun to fall apart.

I was able to share with her my side of the story: about how difficult it can be to care for someone so drastically affected by mental illness, how poetry can offer a form of release. She listened and she understood. As we said goodbye she gave me one of her wonderful smiles and a hug.

The last time I saw Heather was at Pauline Hawkesworth’s book launch last March. Afterwards we came to The Florence and sat at the table in the corner with some friends. Heather was great company and it was refreshing to hear her interrupt any pompous conversation by telling the odd joke.

In October Heather came to see Mick Perryment in his shop in Portsmouth. She told him she had moved to the Isle of Wight with her cat, Tabitha; they had settled in well and the cat enjoyed watching the world go by from the garden wall. Shortly afterwards, we learnt that Tabitha had died from old age. She had been the love of Heather’s life. We can only guess, though of course we won’t ever know, that it was Heather’s last wish to join her.

Watch Heather on You Tube

Three poems by Heather.


At a head-stroke

you sail along sound waves

throat-ravelling to some

rainbow’s end in your


We calibrate vibrations

in Hertz. At 25 – 50

the frequency of purrs:

the same tremor of mending

for muscle, bone, tendon –

for relief of pain.

Come, travel again.


In the constellation of Scopios

A great paw print

Marks the giant sky.

This is the ‘cat’s paw nebula’

Where, hot with youth, the stars

Grow. Who can know how high

Tabitha leaps in her dreams,

Or where she casts shadows

Of her soft feet?


Tabitha watches

water whirl

drain down

the plughole.

Cross the equator

(I’m told) and it

spins in the opposite direction.

Tabitha would love

a trip south

to observe this


She will need me to

accompany her.

2 thoughts on “Heather Hart

  1. I smiled when I read your words…”She was one of those people it was always good to bump into” as my fondest memory of Heather, is the relief I felt when I ‘bumped into her’, purely by chance, on the quayside in Stavanga. Tired and hungry, having run out of money and then food some days previously, Heather was a sight for sore eyes. The world suddenly seemed very small. She made us a well needed cup of tea and gave us the chocolate she had bought to take back to the UK…a kindness I will never forget.l


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